Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Steven parked out in front of the Mt. Airy house. Gino was inside with Aida, but they were expecting us. “You sure this is a good idea?” Steven asked. “She’s a liability.”
“Maybe,” I said, not looking at him.
The front door opened and Aida stepped out. I lifted my head up and sat straight as she lingered on the porch for a moment.
“Maybe not,” Steven said, an air of surprise in his voice.
The wind picked up for a moment, blowing through Aida’s thick, dark hair. She wore a dress with a low, plunging neckline, loose and gauzy. It was short, down to just above her knees, though it flowed slightly longer in the back. Her breasts looked incredible, barely covered by the thin fabric, and a diamond necklace sparkled around her throat. It was more like a choker, with little stones studded all around it. It was simple, elegant, and a symbol that she was mine, and she knew it.
She began down the stairs in her heels. I was surprised that she moved so elegantly, like she had practice in them. Her makeup was perfect, a little bit of pink on her cheeks, a little bit of red on her lips, her eyes lined in black. Simple, almost understated, but it drew the outfit together.
She opened the back door, climbed inside, and pulled it shut.
Nobody spoke for a moment.
“You look nice,” I said without looking back.
“It was a nice present,” she answered, her voice light, like it was no big deal. “I hope it didn’t cost too much.”
“It did,” I said. “But you’re worth it.” I looked at Steven and nodded.
He let out a breath and began to drive.
The meeting was taking place on neutral ground in Rittenhouse Square Park. It was an incredibly public place, about as public as it got. There’d be a police presence on top of the vast amounts of civilians that were always hanging around the park on a nice day. The sun was shining and it was a comfortable temperature out, so I knew there’d be a crowd.
But I wasn’t taking any chances. I had guys posted all over the park, and I knew Vlas would do the same thing. Steven drove to Rittenhouse through the narrow Philly streets and found the spot that Ryan held for us. I got out and clapped the young soldier on the shoulder. He had a thin beard, dark eyes, and dark hair. He was a little out of shape, heavy in the middle, but he was a loyal guy and a good worker. “Thanks,” I grunted.
“No problem, boss.”
I opened the back door and Aida swung her legs out. I glanced at Ryan and saw his eyes go wide as she stepped out. I offered her my arm and she took it, shooting me a look that I couldn’t read.
“Ready?” I ask her softly.
She shook her head. “Not at all.”
“Don’t worry,” I said as we began to walk. Steven and Ryan fell in behind us. “The meeting’s taking place in the park.”
“So lots of witnesses.”
“Exactly. Not the sort of place that anyone would want to do something stupid.”
She frowned a little bit and stumbled over an uneven piece of sidewalk. I steadied her and smiled as she looked up at me. “I hope you brought more guys than just those two.”
I laughed. Couldn’t help myself. I glanced back and Steven rolled his eyes and Ryan looked annoyed.
“We brought more muscle, don’t worry,” I said as we walked on. She just shrugged and kept up, her hand on my arm.
People threw us looks. I was wearing an expensive bespoke suit, and Aida looked like she belonged in some French film, her clothes just as expensive, if not more so. Ryan and Steven tagged along behind us, trying to look nonchalant, but neither of them had the talent for it. Steven was too large to disappear into a crowd, and Ryan was too inexperienced.
But it didn’t matter. I liked the attention, I liked the appreciative looks from men and women alike. Women wanted to be Aida, and men wanted what I had, and I liked the idea of their jealousy. Aida was my prize, even if I could sense the tension rolling off her in waves, even if I knew she still hated on me on some deep gut level, hated me just as much as she wanted me.
The taste of her pussy still lingered on my lips from earlier. I’d taken her then, despite knowing I should wait, knowing I could wait for her to come to me. I couldn’t help myself, once that towel fell away, I had to taste her delicious little pussy. And god, I was right to do it. The way she came on my tongue, her breasts shaking with every gasp of air, drove me fucking wild with lust.